Your Boyfriend 18+ Novels & Stories

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My boyfriend has been away for a few days, and I’ve been taking advantage. Last night I invited over this 19yo curious college guy I’ve sucked off before. He’s a rugby player, beefy, blonde, fat 7” cock. I was just expecting to suck off another big load.

She evaded her gaze. “Pfft.. yeah, right. I wasn’t born yesterday. Who would go out of their way to lend you a cane if they weren’t concerned about you? Tsk.. If he really does like you, it’s not too bad to make him your boyfriend..” “Boyfriend?! I’m still in High School!” “So?” “Mama won’t allow it..” “That’s true too.. Oh well.. You can both just have Mutual understanding then.. Hehe..” “Who said I feel the same way?” She pouted.

I know what you’re thinking. I’ve been there. This is a teen romance novel, yes. But this isn’t the story about how my boyfriend and I overcame the trials and tribulations of high school to have our happily ever after. I don’t battle for prom queen with the popular girl. My boyfriend doesn’t have me hired by his dad to date him and raise his social status. I don’t move from a new town and star in a spring musical with him. No, there’s none of that. This is the story about how I met my boyfriend’s girlfriend.

Kayson was stunned inwardly, but he did not allow his emotions to show on his face. “Okay,” he whispered. Livia took Kayson’s hand, and Kayson raised his eyebrows when her fair skin touched him. Livia’s hand was not cold. Instead, it felt warm. “Uncle, this is my boyfriend. His name is Kayson.” The middle-aged man in a suit measured Kayson, and his face sank. This middle-aged man was Stefan Youngblood, Livia’s uncle. He asked, “Livia, is he really your boyfriend?” With a smile on her face, Livia replied, “Of course, Uncle Stefan. I hold his hand because I love him.”

“So, I officially have a boyfriend now.” His brow arched slightly, as if considering her words, especially the word 'boyfriend'. At his age, the word felt quite out of place. He was ancient, after all. The phrase felt foreign to him, but after a brief pause, he accepted it. She was young. He looked young. Why deny his girl the youthful things? “Well, you can say that again, Arda Gray. I am now officially your boyfriend. And this boyfriend of yours, mate, does not share.”

He sipped his water and looked at me. "Er..yeah, okay then." I looked down at my food, trying to avoid his gaze. "Baby, if you're trying to know what our label is, I would like to be your boyfriend. But I know I'm ten years older than you and I'm your first, so it's all in your hand. But currently, I'm exclusively yours. And I'm hoping that you are too, at least until you know if you wanted me to be yours and you to be mine."

“It’s complicated. No one’s supposed to know. We have laws. And it’s unusual to feel the bond before both parties are eighteen. But it’s getting stronger.” “Congratulations, brother.” there's nothing better than finding your mate.

None of them looked like he’d just told the biggest joke in a century. But that’s what it was. A joke. He couldn’t have meant that. He can’t be Ivy’s fated mate. “You can’t be serious,” I said, with a heart knotted in pain. He’s kidding. He can’t mean that. There’s no way he’s Ivy’s fated mate. He’s my boyfriend. He’s been my boyfriend since I turned eighteen. Today’s my 23rd birthday. According to the laws of my Pack, today is the day I become legal enough to be formally chosen as a mate. Also, I finally get to have sex with my boyfriend.

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.